Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.